whom she is promised.” And to the shaman Onyango said, “Go back to where you came from, because there will be no
killings in this place.”
To these things, all the elders agreed. But they insisted that Onyango must also return the shaman’s suitcase, for they
did not want to take any chances. Onyango also agreed, and when the meeting was finished, he brought the shaman to
his hut. He told me to slaughter a chicken so the shaman could eat, and even gave the shaman money so that his trip to
Alego would not have been wasted. But before your grandfather let the shaman leave, he made the man show him the
contents of his suitcase and explain the properties of every potion, so that he would know all the tricks that the shaman
performed.
Even if Onyango had used one of these potions on Akumu, I don’t think he could have made her happy. No matter
how much he beat her, she would argue with him. She was also proud and scornful of me, and often refused to help in
the household chores. She had a third child-named Auma, like this one sitting here-and as she nursed this new baby,
she secretly planned her escape. One night, when Sarah was twelve and Barack was nine, she made her move. She
woke up Sarah and said that she was running away to Kendu. She told Sarah that it was too difficult a journey for
children to make at night, but said that they should follow her as soon as they were older. Then she disappeared with
her baby into the darkness.
When Onyango found out what had happened, he was furious. At first he thought he should finally let Akumu go, but
when he saw that Barack and Sarah were still young, and that even I, with two children of my own, was little more than
a girl, he again went to Akumu’s family in Kendu and asked that she be returned. But this time the family refused. In
fact, they had already accepted dowry for Akumu’s remarriage to another man, and together Akumu and her new
husband had left for Tanganyika. There was nothing Onyango could do, so he returned to Alego. He said to himself, “It
does not matter,” and he told me that I was now the mother of all his children.
Neither he nor I knew of Akumu’s last visit to Sarah. But Sarah had remembered her mother’s instructions, and only a
few weeks passed before she woke up Barack in the middle of the night, just as her mother had done to her. She told
Barack to be quiet, helped him get dressed, and together they began to walk down the road to Kendu. I still wonder that
they both survived. They were gone for almost two weeks, walking many miles each day, hiding from those who
passed them on the road, sleeping in fields and begging for food. Not far from Kendu, they became lost, and a woman
finally saw them and took pity on them, for they were filthy and almost starved. The woman took them in and fed them,
and asked them their names; and when she realized who they were she sent for your grandfather. And when Onyango
came to get them, and saw how badly they looked, this is the only time that anyone ever saw him cry.
The children never tried to run away again. But I don’t think they ever forgot this journey they made. Sarah kept a
careful distance from Onyango, and in her heart remained loyal to Akumu, for she was older, and perhaps had seen
how the old man had treated her mother. I believe she also resented me for taking her mother’s place. Barack reacted
differently. He could not forgive his abandonment, and acted as if Akumu didn’t exist. He told everyone that I was his
mother, and although he would send Akumu money when he became a man, to the end of his life he would always act
coldly towards her.
The strange thing was that in many ways Sarah was most like her father in personality. Strict, hardworking, easy to
anger. Whereas Barack was wild and stubborn like Akumu. But of course such things one does not see in one’s self.
barré
(Barré)
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